"Home"

This is about a mental institute, I the idea just came to me for no reason.

There's a place, I wouldn't call it home, but it has that kind of feel. There's a woman, and I wouldn't dare call her mom, but sometimes I need to. There's a window that can't show me the world, but it candy coats things nicely. There's a boy, we aren't friends, but we pretend to be, for what's left of our sanity. I have a method, to make this place my world, To make myself believe that I'm in heaven. There's a door, I want nothing more than to open it, but mom has it locked tight. There are pills, laying on the counter, I could take them if I wanted to, but they belong to my friend. There's a bed, with white sheets in the corner, but I'm not ready for heaven just yet.

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